Category Archives: Short Stories

Well yes, probably, but then again all I’ve got to say is I’m at Peace

And it’s not because I’m not making an effort it’s because life feels like waves gently lapping against me and continuing on their journey wherever they go.

I am glad to see and feel them and grateful for the lessons that the tide and the sea have taught me.

Hearing Common Chaffinch,Blackbird, Thrush, European Robin and Greater Spotted Woodpecker

Yes here we are stuck in a field

No view to send on your Internet feed

With your fancy camper you will travel,

I hope your plans don’t unravel

But actually my field is very nice

To contemplate and challenge every vice

I look at the daisies and breathe the air

Funny about the view I really don’t care,

Enjoyment isn’t about who you show

Of that I’m sure you’ll never know

It’s not a view worth sending to your friend

And there dear sir I see the end,

My little dog you tried to wind up

He’s not the one I’d call a pup

He knows many things and likes a fuss,

And I’m so glad he belongs to us.

I know there is a need for all animals to be looked after, but basically there are some people who just shouldn’t bother.

Firstly,if you think somehow they are going to be a trophy to show off ,don’t bother.Yes they can be good looking and powerful but they have so much more to them than that.They are complete beings and they have a gamut of emotions and must have  the opportunity to exercise them and themselves.In other words shoving them in a room with food and water is just not going to work.

Secondly, from birth ,they will be taught rules, the mother wants them to know how to behave within their little group.When they are weaned they can learn other behaviours which are important if they are to interact well with humans.It is worth spending the time with them.If you are not willing to do that, just don’t get a dog,or any other animal for that matter.

Thirdly, don’t encourage bad behaviour for your fun and amusement.It’s neither clever or attractive and very often edges on cruelty It will be the animal who will suffer in the end.So just don’t.

I’m reading Edgar Allen Poe,

There  are many stories  and I have a long way to

go

Bernice and Bon have left their mark

For the stories they are really dark,

Bernice a tale of love struck down

Bon,Bon  a philosopher meets a devil clown,

How deep the man must have felt

What imagination the man was dealt,

His time was bad ,there wasn’t much hope,

Radiation with  no understanding of an isotope,

His obsession with death was quite real,

His words so complex  that make you feel,

Life was  always very much on edge,

And death was present behind every hedge.

We all admire executives who cut costs, even those at the bottom of the ladder look up and say well that must be the way to get on.

So they adapt their behaviour, however well meant to being more efficient and in the end waste more resources

Even on holiday, they consider  working remote is best isn’t it.They leave the tap running on the water supply in the middle of the field, and walk away with the water spraying half its contents on the grass. Leaving their water butt to fill itself.What a waste of water and also leaving a sodden mess for the next person.

They get on with something else, but they are multitasking! They are being efficient.

No you are not, you have learned how not to behave from those above you.You have lost your calm thoughtfulness about your effect on others.

You proudly walk back to the tap having wasted water and ruined the grass

My Dog is a fussy eater,

He says I should be neater

Clean bowls,fresh water and a napkin,

I’m in trouble if I forget his  ramekin.

For camping we often go

Into the wilds and he feigns woe,

Strange noises in the middle of the night

A worried look from a badger fight

The first few days he’ll refuse to eat

Not even the most tasty treat,

His owners turn pale and worry so

And review our plans ,perhaps we’ll go

Home and let him have his cosy fire

For that must be his heart’s desire,

Then  his adventure mode kicks in,

To town we let him go a  sniffin,

At the  Butchers Shop he stops and salivates chillingly ,

We enter ,in truth ,somewhat unwillingly,

But a cut of beef is on his mind,

It doesn’t need to be of the best kind,

The Butcher smiles and gives him a sample,

He wolf’s it down ,the supply is ample,

A kilo please I meekly say,

That should last us at least one day,

So a hearty stew(for us) and raw breakfast too

What are we vegetarians supposed to do,

But visit daily to ensure his health

Enter the Butcher in an act of stealth,

The dog however is on  first name terms

He’s eating now like he has worms,

We visit daily the quaint little town,

Forget the trees and the beautiful down,

We’ve a butcher’s bill to pay,

And fresh meat on tap each sunny day.

Rain ,Rain,Rain

Do not fall in vain

Don’t flood the path

Like a sociopath

But make our day

And grow the hay

Do moisture magic

And water the lilac,

Let your droplets fall

And water us all,

For it’s been so dry

It made us cry

Rain,Rain Rain

You are  very welcome again.

It was a fun news story some years ago when Scientists discovered that there had been a Giant Snail Infestation in Hyde Park in London,they were mainly located in the trees.

At first the infestation was  thought by the media as very funny.The scientists had reckoned that a Giant Snail breeder had released a number of species in the Park,perhaps due to overcrowding within their own collection.

At first no one would have even known they were there,but after about six months and successful interspecies breeding an invincible , leaf eating giant Snail became pervasive,

People gazed in wonder at the trees hoping to spot one of the creatures with their multi-coloured giant shells,who moved slowly among the green leaves ,munching their way through the undergrowth.

It wasn’t until one unlucky Snail spotter was killed by a Giant Snail that fell out of a tree and hit the man on the head that barriers and a warning sign were put around the trees.

By then it was too late, although the scientists had said that the snails would strip the trees of their leaves and that as an invasive species they would devastate other native species.No one listened

However the  birds liked to  stay clear of the snails  and left the area, the insects couldn’t cope with the giant slime trails left everywhere, sometimes they drowned in it, other times it hardened on their feet or wings and made it impossible to move around and they died.

The trees also began to die,as their leaves were stripped

Something had to be done,which indeed it was.The adults were easy to catch and destroy,it was the young that were impossible to identify,and everyone was fearful that they might escape the park,if they hadn’t done so already.

It turned out they had and unfortunately it became an ongoing problem with the Scientists having to do D.N.A analysis on snail’s throughout the Country to ensure that where a Giant Snail Infestation occurred that it was stopped in it’s tracks

Regular snail checks are now undertaken by the Government and volunteers to counteract the spread of the Giant Snail.

Looking back ,I’ve often thought I was a worrier and they say that to worry is bad for your health.

However,I think my worrying did me good,it was like a pre-emptive strike on life.

I can remember in my teenage years sitting  an exam, thinking this is a disaster ,I’ve done it all wrong and quickly redoing my work,scribbling out and fixing it as best I could.Weirdly I got a really good grade.Other exams I’ve thought I cracked it and I failed miserably.

I still worry about people I know and their health, I worry about my health,I worry about money,I worry about the dog ,the possibilities are endless.

And should the worse happen, perhaps my pre-emptive thinking will  ease the pain.I don’t think my worrying is a waste of time.I think it’s a way of working through a problem.